UNARMED OVER HOSTILE TERRITORY...
The hostile fighter reversed over the to.
When the bandit pulled all the way over, almost on its back but in control, he cursed in frustration at what he knew was coming next.
Wilson kicked right rudder to slide closer and jam any chance for a bandit gunshot.
Dark, chilling eyes...
Across the small void, he saw the pilot\'s eyes peer over his mask.
For a moment Wilson froze and looked at the white-helmeted pilot who sat high on the nose of the colossal fighter.
UNARMED OVER HOSTILE TERRITORY..